The Thinker
Treading water in the deep-end of the everyday (I know, that was complicated...)
May 28, 2010
Daydreams
I was flying,
Free as can be,
Unconstrained.
No longer did my legs,
Carry my burden,
Groaning.
A taste of the unknown,
For a usually limited
Me.
T'was all good -
Till the crash;
I was no longer jumping -
I had landed.
Reality hurts.
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